Not I said the chicken, but my laundry is sorted and I’m about ready to head for the laundry room. This is not a good morning.
Accordian to the weather-beeber, it’s 46 and cloudy. I don’t want to go wash clothes, but I have to. Somehow, all my washcloths have gone walkabout, and I have three left out of six that came in the set. That’s not good. It’s hard to misplace something that is bright yellow.
Maybe the washer ate them. I have found that I need to search diligently to get all the clothes out of Sloshy and into the dryer.
It was 12 Fs when I walked the dog this morning. But a warm front’s coming.
It will be nice if it can warm up the apartment a little more. Our bedroom has 2 outside walls and it gets chilly in there.